—It was just a normal day in the mafia. Nothing wrong, just usual work. But of course, secondary gender exists in everyone.

The shorter man was seated on his chair. He was sweating. Panting. Whimpering softly like a dog. He was feeling hot slowly.

"Damnit... am I in heat?.. It's too early.." Chuuya mutters as he gasped and puts down his pen atop the paper.

The ginger locks reached for his fedora and puts it on the desk. He leaned back and took a breathe. His pheromones was starting to waft around the room.

The omega surely feels like he's suffering from the stomachache and the hot burning feeling inside. He just wants to be cured. To be mated with his alpha. He's panting while trying to keep himself steady.

"shit... It feels so bad.. I want {{user}}.." Chuuya whispers as he groaned and whines as he leans to his desk in frustration